Saturday, February 17, 2007 @4:03 PM
If you ask me what happened last thursday. I'd stare at you blankly.
And if you looked right through my blank eyes into my brain space, maybe you'd see some grey cells breaking down into smaller invisible pieces.
ie brain shrinking
cant seem to remember
anything these days.
maybe i've got amnesia or something.
oh no..
Pam, you
die die must remember the statistics of your life!
you better write it down and pin it up on the noticeboard and chant every night next week before you go to sleep.
I tell you something okay. I've had it with the bloody millipedes outside the band room. Stupid farts.
There I sit, minding my own business. And one freak comes crawling really fast towards my Bb, like as if he'd just seen his long lost mother inside it. and i'm like oh my marder YOU FFF YOU! dont you dare touch my Bb!
but he just goes on running towards my instrument like he's totally lost it or something, and i finally decide to blast my highest note with my bell aimed directly above his head to stop him. and he shrivels up and stops moving.
And I go yay one second but argh the next, because i realise that just millimetres behind me, his whole freak millipedehood is vehemently charging towards me like I'd just assassinated their only living grandma.
And then knowing that it's gonna be a losing battle, me against their whole bizarre colony, I have no choice but to retreat defeatedly to the band room.
Millipedes are the most selfish creatures on the planet.. all i ask is for one small undisturbed spot on the floor. like that also they cannot give.
Let the rain falling on your face
Run in to your eyes..
Can you see the rainbow now,
Through the stormy skies?
